Chapter 100: There Is Always Truth In Lies
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Warning: Sexual content ahead...
The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...
In the precious few hours prior to Sidney returning from Primary school, Hermione Granger-Snape slept peacefully in her bed. She had been content and had almost a serene look about her face. She had made it a point to drill how much she loved her husband into his bitter cynical Slytherin mind before meeting exhaustion. The Potions Master however had not been as serene nor a peaceful. His mind had been filled with memories both daunting and pleasant which equally haunted him. His memories of a certain young witch with chaotic dark eyes and a sensuous form had come back to him. The memory of what happened between him and Lily Evans along with it. Harry Potter had been a curious little sod from the moment he stepped into Hogwarts. Never knowing when to keep his nose out of everyone else's business, never following the rules but being rewarded thus, it had been no real surprise that Harry Potter would have seized the opportunity to poke his previous stated nose into the pensive that belonged to his Potions Professor.
It had just been a fortunate case of good judgement when Albus first layed the preposterous notion of him teaching Harry Potter Occlumency at his feet before hand. Knowing that The Dark Lord had access to Potter's feeble mind, Snape took the time to remove the most damaging memories from his mind and place them in a pensive. Recalling Potter's disposition for breaking rules ensured that he change them. His efforts could not have come at a better time since he caught Harry Potter with his head stuffed into his pensive for near on thirty minutes while he handled an emergency in the Slytherin Common Room.
{ Snape at the behest of Dumbledore lead a young Harry Potter down into the dungeons to his private potions lab. The heavy breathing and hurried steps of Golden Gryffindor Harry Potter had not been as heroic as many would have made it out to be in the present. To Snape, he had been just another boy with no concept of the horrors that lay before him. Innocent though he was incredibly arrogant and vain. Of course the accusation of arrogance and vanity would also be laid at Snape's feet during those days. No doubt as a result of Potter's so keen and complex mind.
"It appears there is a connect between the dark lord's mind and your own." said Snape once they reached the inside of his private labs. "Wither he is aware of this connection is for the moment unclear...pray he remains ignorant."
Harry Potter for all his arrogance, bravado and Gryffindor heroism had appeared to be genuinely afraid. His body cloaked in sweat and his notorious messy brown hair sticking to his pale and no doubt clammy forehead. His gray night shirt drenched about the neck and back areas. He looked ghastly in his way so much so that even Snape himself began to question wither or not this boy was the right choice to face off against the dark lord.
"You mean...if he knows about it..." started the trembling Potter. "Then he'll be able to read my mind."
"Read it...control it...unhinge it..." said Snape in an emotionless and ghastly tone. "In the past...it was often the dark lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims...creating visions designed to torture them into madness...only extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony...only when he had them literaly begging for death...would he finally kill them."
The look of sheer terror amplified across the ghastly pale face of Harry Potter in that one moment. Taking in consideration how much fear the boy had exhibited upon mere suggestion of what his mental connection to the dark lord could be like.
"Used properly, the power of occlumency will help shield you from access or influence." said Snape in his usual Professor tone. "In these lessons I will attempt to penetrate your mind...you will attempt to resist...prepare yourself!"
With speed Harry Potter had not seen before in his entire young life, Severus Snape whirled around grabbing his hardly wielded wand from the table and glared rather disturbingly into Harry's emerald eyes.
"Legilimens!" shouted Snape.
Immediately a rush of images depicting The Drusleys, Potter's relationship to Hermione Granger, The Weasleys, and various incidents about Hogwarts had come at him.
Snape pulled back noting the bulge in Potter's neck as he attempted to repel the invasion of his mind but to no avail.
"Concentrate Potter." said Snape with his wand trained on the boy. "Focus."
Hours passed and the nights seemed to grow longer with each passing lesson.
The final lesson between them had been when Snape entered Harry Potter's mind and found his memory of gazing into the mirror of Erised and seeing his parents Lily and James Potter.
"Feeling Sentimental?" asked Snape annoyed from the image of James Potter in the boy's mind.
His own image also reflected in behind the two loving figures like a dreaded nightmare.
"That's private!" shouted an outraged Harry Potter annoyed that Snape's image had been anywhere near his mother.
"Not. To. Me." said Snape in his usual bored tone despite his anguish at seeing Lily again. "And not to the dark lord if you don't improve."
Harry simply stared rather hatefully at him.
Snape tried his best to be understanding, noting how much pressure was indeed placed on this young boy's shoulders.
"Every memory that he has access to is weapon he can use against you." he said still in an understanding tone. "You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind."
Seeing that the boy was still blocked by fear Snape tried a different approach.
"You're just like your father." he said with a sneer. "Lazy...arrogant..."
This proved to be effective as Harry got to his feet enraged at Snape's taunts.
"DON'T SAY A WORD AGAINST MY FATHER!" shouted the boy.
"You're weak." said Snape still trying to get the boy to bury his fear.
"I AM NOT WEAK!" shouted Harry enraged still.
"Then prove it." said Snape reverting back to his professor tone. "Control your emotions...discipline your mind..."
Before Snape could further the lesson there had been a hurried knock at his door. He left Harry Potter to his own devices and hostile breathing to answer it.
"Professor come quick." said the voice of a terrified first year Slytherin. "There's a student that needs your help."
Snape grumbled about not having enough hours in the day before he glanced at a puzzled Harry Potter.
"Do not go anywhere Potter this business between you and I is far from over." warned Snape before having a quick glance about the potions lab. "Do not touch anything."
With that he was gone handled the mishap in the common rooms and turned his attention back to instructing Harry Potter. The brisk walking Potions Professor entered his private labs and found himself annoyed to find Harry Potter had gotten into his office and of course the boy had his swollen Gryffindor head in lodged firmly in the pensive that had been across the hard wood desk.
Rage had been the first reaction Snape felt when he saw the boy, it bubbled and fizzed until it was as if steam came out of his ears.
"POTTER!" he said barely getting a hold of his temper.
Upon hearing the rage behind his Potions Professor's tone, Harry Potter exited the pensive. His emerald eyes looked upon the aged Potions Professor rather uneasily after seeing him as the taunted little boy from impoverish beginnings who forged a rather innocent friendship with a emerald eyed little girl from a better neighborhood with fiery red hair and brightness that seemed inextinguishable.
"I didn't..." started Harry ready to spout forth a series of lies.
Snape lunged forward like a viper grasping him about the collar.
"You're lessons are at an end." he said pointedly. "Get. Out."
Harry's emerald gaze met the cold obsidian of his Potions Professor and he did indeed rush out of the irate wizard's presence as quickly as his legs could carry him.}
In the present Severus Snape glanced briefly at his sleeping wife. He knew she had no idea what Potter saw in the pensive, as he proved to have a shred of decency after all taking care not to discuss anything he saw with anyone.
{The truth about his relationship with Lily Evans had been changed and protected none the less. He recalled what truly happened that day at the lake far better than any pensive could project it.
It had been a lazy afternoon truth be told. A sixteen year old Severus Sebastian Snape had indeed been at the lake alone and he had indeed been set upon by The Marauders and Gryffindor house alike. They chanted Snivellus Greasy to him as he was levitated in the air above the lake. And James Potter I had removed his trousers much to Snape's chagrin and he did refer to Lily Evans as a "Mudblood." Only that incident had been part of the story.
Potter had never seen why he had been at the lake to begin with. Or why he had been so enraged at Lily he called her such a ghastly term.
Just before his arrival at the lake, Severus had stumbled upon Lily and James Potter exchanging heated kisses in one of the near empty corridors. The blatant betrayal he experienced from his first and only lover had filled him with an intense rage to the like that he stormed out of the castle and made his way toward the grounds to cool off.
It was then that James Potter and his usual band of misfits cornered him to add to his humiliation. It had been complete when Lily herself arrived to "defend" him. Heartbroken and bitter from the recent discoveries on the part of his then girlfriend, Severus sought to hurt her. He wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him.
Later that night...
Lucius Malfoy had thrown a party back in the dungeons. His substantial influence over Slughorn made all this possible of course. The broken boy of sixteen had given himself over to the wondrous pit of drink that had claimed his father for so many years. Once he had taken on a bit too much he found himself stumbling into the darkened corridors.
There had been nothing gracious about his movements, despite what his students might believe of his movements now...not even Hermione Granger would have thought so as he nearly tripped into the boys bathroom. The last thing he remembered was the warm and comforting grasp of a young beautiful witch with the most enchanting chaotic dark eyes he had ever seen.
Her hair had been straight and raven in color. Her lips had been full as if they were swollen and as red as two blood rubies. His heart was beating rather thunderously in his pale chest as he took in the sight of her.
"I-I've never seen you around here before." he said trying to keep his words from slurring and causing himself further embarrassment.
"That's because I am not from here." she replied with a deep sultry tone that was like music to his young ears.
"Are you...by chance of Slytherin house?" he asked feeling an immediate attraction to this beautiful witch.
"I am indeed." she replied.
As much as Snape wanted to continue with his discussion. His aching bladder reminded him of his reason for coming to the loo to begin with. He attempted to relieve himself at the urinal but found he could not keep his balance and undo his trousers at the same time. The beautiful witch smirked and made her way over toward him.
"It seems you could use some help." she said in a sensually teasing tone.
Severus simply smirked at the thought of this beautiful young witch with her hands wrapped around his freakishly large but heavily engorged cock. He concentrated on his stance while the beautiful witch help him aim. Her fingers were soft and warm against his exposed flesh.
Upon the instant of his release, Snape let out a low groan in relief.
The beautiful witch smiled stroking him as he finished. Her chaotic dark eyes filled with lust and longing as she took in the sight of him. From what Snape could recall of the evening. There were few words that passed between them. Only immediate understanding. There had been something about her, this beautiful nameless witch and her chaotic dark eyes that made him bend to her very will.
Before he knew it.
He found himself with his knees buckling and the overwhelming need to relieve his now aching erection by sheathing it into her forbidden depths.
Time seemed to stand still when the young Slytherin pressed the beautiful witch into the cold stone wall. Her arms thrown around his neck, and her slender legs joined at his waist. Her school skirt had been abandoned on the cold tile floor, along with his trousers that had been about his ankles. His mind had been a blur of passion and lust as he thrust deep into the beautiful witch who's name he knew not.
Her fingernails had been digging into the pale flesh of his back. The most familiar of sensations at the time. He did not see Lily Evans on patrol of the school as a favor of her head girl roommate make her way into that part of the castle. As Snape continued to thrust rather brutally into the young witch pressed against him.
He only looked up just then to note the horror behind Lily's emerald green eyes as she watched him with this Slytherin witch. She stayed even until the end, when he released his cursed seed deep into the nameless witch.
Once it was over, he had the vague memory of chasing after a tear struck Lily Evans until they reached the grounds. He caught her by the arm enraged at her gall for having the audacity to condemn him for his actions with this witch when she had been with Potter all afternoon.
"Let go of me Severus." said Lily enraged.
"No." he replied pulling the red head witch to him.
She beat against his ebony clad chest with her fists.
"I HATE YOU!" she shouted highly upset. "YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DISGUSTING MONSTER...A SICK DEATH EATER JUST LIKE JAMES AND THE OTHER'S SAID YOU WERE."
Severus Snape for the first time in his life found himself resisting the urge to slap his former best friend across the face. The rage in him combined with the alcohol had been a very lethal combination. A combination that had cost him the only person he had ever loved more so than his own life."
"AND YOU ARE A SHALLOW, MONEY HUNGRY WHORE...YOUR ONLY INTEREST IN POTTER IS THAT HE'S A RICH PUREBLOOD AND POPULAR." he shouted back.
Lily slapped him hard across the face. His pale face red from the force of the blow and her hand print.
"Go to hell Snape." she spat bitterly. "Or where ever you sick twisted Voldemort worshiping death snakes belong."
It was at that moment that he stole into her very angry mind and found out the truth. She had not been with Potter that afternoon. She had spent a good deal of time preparing for an up coming transfiguration test for Professor McGonagall.
She snatched away from him and fled to Gryffindor tower, right into the waiting arms of James Potter I. Severus could almost see the triumphant smile spread across the arrogant bastard's face in his mind. The dour Slytherin youth noted all too late his mistake, he had fallen for an elaborate ruse and lost Lily's affections indefinitely.
No matter how many times he tried to apologize, she refused to hear him out. That following summer, he had taken the dark mark, and met Bellatrix LeStrange for the first time after dating her younger sister Narcissa Black briefly before she and her parents forced the poor witch to marry a Pureblood wizard, one that fortunately for her turned out to be Lucius Malfoy.
Distraught Snape made his way back to the Slytherin dungeons where he proceeded to complete his self-destruction taking the chaotic eyed witch well into the night. He felt nothing save for the intense lust she had brought out in him.}
It had taken him years to come to terms with what might have been had that dreadful night not taken place. It had taken him longer to discover the elaborate ruse done in bid to drive him into the service of the dark lord was orchestrated by none other than Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, The Headmaster of Hogwarts.
In the present, Snape stormed out of his shared bedroom with a still very much asleep Hermione and made his way into the kitchen. He was sixteen. Sixteen when the chaotic dark eyes of that witch he couldn't seem to escape captivated him so and he threw away his future with the only woman he had ever loved.
Sixteen when he became the true pawn in Dumbledore's game against Voldemort.
Feeling an intense wave of nausea, Snape made his way to the loo.
It all seemed to make so much more sense. Bellatrix had hated him from the moment they met. She seemed to dedicate her life to making him miserable. Her reaction to his relationship with both Narcissa and Hermione had been strange given her apparent dislike of him and how they were forced together to begin with.
Elsewhere...
Bellatrix LeStrange in the form of Ursula Black moaned as Phaeron began to brutally thrust into her. Her fingernails dug into the pale flesh of his back as he flexed between her thighs. The headboard beat against the wall in time with his rhythm. He had been much too busy with enjoying her body that he had not seen tears come down her cheeks as her mind took her back to that night when she first met Severus Snape.
{He had been drunk and stumbling for much of their introduction. Her presence at the school had been requested by none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. At first it was a simple job, help the old bastard and she could have a safe haven in Hogwarts during the worst of the first war. She had negotiated safety for her and her sisters if worst come to worst and they often did in the wizarding world. Being the eldest Bellatrix had gone to Dumbledore in the hopes of securing an alliance.
He had given her a specific task.
Ensure that Severus Sebastian Snape joined the death eaters.
She had not expected to be drawn to him from the moment she met his hopeless obsidian gaze.
Their first coupling that night had been frenzied and lust filled. He had amazed her with his impressive ardor lifting her with ease despite his vastly malnourished appeal. His numerous scars below her finger tips made her cling to him all the more. When her chaotic dark eyes took in the sight of the red haired girl with emerald green eyes and noted the anguish upon the heartbroken Mudblood witch, she was even more over joined when in the chaos Severus Snape had not taken into account that he had released his seed deep in her very fertile womb.
Of course this was short lived given that Snape had untangled himself from her and chased after the crying Mudblood.
A most annoying thing if ever there was one.
He seemed to have further need of her once he returned to the party and Bellatrix noted that her work had been done after she figured Albus had set in motion the plans to keep Severus Snape bound to his service in the near future. The young dour wizard's depression over losing the unworthy Mudblood had spurred his decision to join the ranks of the dark lord's death eaters. }
Bellatrix smirked as her frantic coupling with the son of Severus Snape had come to an end. The boy had been spirited and of course adorable in his attempts to please her sexually but he was nothing like his father. Try as the boy might, there would never be a true spark between them. He was simply another means to an end.
Phaeron lifted his heavy form from the spent witch and rolled over onto his side. The vision of blissful ignorance and youthful innocence his father had not been at that age. Nor Bellatrix if she recalled correctly.
"Urs." said Phaeron trying to catch his breath.
The deranged witch resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She absolutely hated her former aunt. Using that name had simply been for practical purposes.
"Get some sleep Snape." she said almost bitterly.
Phaeron sighed all too use to her distant attitude.
She had gotten over the altercation with his father it seemed. But her bitterness in his refusal to believe her version of things remained.
"I love you witch." he said trying to reach the thick layer of ice that covered her careful heart.
She pretended to be asleep.
His petty drivel meant nothing to her. There was only one wizard that she fancied and he was incapable of spouting such honeyed nonsense to her. In fact she would wager he hated her more than he ever had Voldemort and the Potters combined. A fact that brought a smile to her normally joyless face.
It won't be long now.